Disturbia

Stalk Stiff bodies, sitting upright right in backless chairs. 12 eyes watch your every move. Examining, dissecting, and picking apart you. You walk into a long narrow hallway the carpet is a grayish-puke color.

Doors are held inside. People in business suits look at you like your crazy. Well of course you are... It's only obvious.

Your dressed in a matching sweat suit, red and blue. Your hair is greasy, from not washing it that morning. While you were locked inside your own head. People talked about you wondered why you were there

You walk into the consolers office They ask why your here. You give the same explanation you gave everyone else It was an accident I didn't mean to hurt anyone

They look at your arms and notice your cutting collection and write down about it.

You walk into a social services office now. They ask about your parents You aren't comfortable. This is the topic you wanted to avoid.

Your allowed to leave the office they tell you You walk back to where the other teens are You don't talk to any of them. You get a room mate and just pray you get out of there soon.

Finally the truth comes out.

“Another suicide attempt,” they whisper.

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